First time: ‘Surgery in progress’—she collapses like a marionette with cut strings. Second time: doctor steps out, mask on, but his eyes? Soft. She stands, breath steady, red lips trembling—not from fear, but resolve. Later, bedside, the girl wakes, not with joy, but suspicion. Mended Hearts knows: healing isn’t linear. It’s a hallway, a door, a choice to walk back in. 🚪❤️